DADDIES IN DAMIAN

Gavin Atlas

 

 

 

 

Through the kitchen window, Damian watched his boss, Stan, begin the job interview with the day’s target. Damian had to lube up his ass in preparation for his cue. He usually felt nervous and aroused at this stage, but today there was also exhaustion. He’d been fucked constantly. Would there never be a break?

The target was as always, an older man, at least fifty, bearded. Damian loved being fucked and dominated by men more than twice his age, which made him perfect for Stan’s project. This man looked attractive if overweight. He appeared a bit surprised to see Stan wearing a bathrobe for a job interview, but this was Hollywood, where business was often conducted poolside while sipping rum punches.

“Raymond, is it? Great to meet you,” Stan said, shaking Raymond’s hand without getting up or removing his sunglasses. “First, I need to let you know we tend to tape our interviews for our records, so please sign this release.”

Raymond stroked his short beard and shrugged before signing. Damian knew the ad for the job was listed in the adult section, but it seemed that most men forgot that as they dressed up for the interview and brought résumés. Damian felt when the ad read, International corporation seeks handsome, mature gay male, they should know something related to sex was involved, but so many times the expressions of surprise were priceless.

“You’ll oversee shipping of our products and monitor website traffic, among other duties,” said Stan, gesturing from his lounge chair with one hand while holding a drink in the other. “First, I should confess that the pay is a bit lower than at other companies, but we do provide one perk to make up for it. Are you thirsty?” Stan hit the intercom button built into his lounger. “Damian, come here now,” he ordered.

Nude, Damian opened the sliding glass door and headed straight for Raymond, drink in hand.

“Sweet mother of god.” Raymond dropped the folder containing his resume and stared in wide-eyed amazement. “I apologize—I’m sure you didn’t know I was here. I—”

“Not at all, Raymond,” Stan said. “Damian is the perk I mentioned. I know it’s not much, but we have to make do.”

Raymond couldn’t take his eyes off Damian. “He’s gorgeous. He’s an absolute Adonis.”

Damian smiled but looked demurely away at Stan, focusing on the curls of white beard and salt-and-pepper hair. Stan had instructed Damian not to look at the target, so as to allow him to feast his eyes on Damian’s body without temerity while Stan communicated Damian’s willingness to fulfill a master’s every need.

“Yes, yes, Damian’s not bad to look at, but I’m afraid he’s dumb as a post.”

Damian’s dick stiffened. He didn’t want to enjoy the part where Stan informed the target that he was just a stupid piece of ass, but he always did. He reminded himself that his English teacher back in Tennessee had told him he was bright enough for college.

“So it’s a good thing you get to fuck his ass as part of the job,” Stan continued. “Otherwise he’d be no use as an assistant.”

Raymond nearly choked on his drink. “I beg your pardon?”

Stan shrugged apologetically. “I know this job can be a bit boring, and I’m afraid there are going to be times when you’ll have nothing to do, so you’ll be able to spend the whole day in Damian’s ass if you wish. Why don’t you try him out now to see if this is the right kind of workplace for you? Here, boy, get on all fours and offer yourself,” Stan ordered, snapping his fingers.

A warm wave of humiliation washed over Damian, and now his weariness was eclipsed by the arousal he felt in his throat, his gut and his stiff dick. Why was he always so horny for debasement? He got into position to allow himself to be fucked doggie-style.

“Holy cow, that ass is amazing,” Raymond murmured. “I can’t believe—this has got to be some kind of joke you’re playing on me.”

Stan got up from his lounger, shaking his head. “Not a joke at all. Here, to prove it, I’ll start fucking that hole first.” Stan pulled out condoms from the pocket of his bathrobe and then slipped the bathrobe off. Stan was tall, perhaps six-three, and hairy. He’d tanned nude for years, and now his body had a leathery quality to it. Damian thought that Stan was too proud of his muscular physique, but Stan’s extreme confidence and huge erection kept Damian in the mood to be submissive.

“This can’t be happening,” Raymond said as Stan sank his dick into Damian. Even though Damian got fucked by Stan every day, there was always novelty when a new person watched them. The humiliation felt so good he was nearly delirious, but why couldn’t his asshole ever be given a day off? He used to get them, but he hadn’t had his ass to himself in more than a month.

As Damian began to grunt and moan, he wondered if Raymond was a “wise target.” So many men had seen Stan’s website that a number of the interviewees knew they were there to be videotaped fucking Damian.

“Take his mouth, Raymond,” Stan said, his hands on his hips as he thrust in and out slowly. Damian could hear hurried unzipping and stripping. It wasn’t another thirty seconds before Raymond pushed his cock between Damian’s lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing and the movement of his tongue over Raymond’s cock, all the while keeping his ass arched to best accept his master’s dick. He felt the tight pull of pleasure in his gut, but at the same time he thought to himself, Damian, you have to stop this life sooner or later.

Stan’s thrusts increased in power and depth until with one final shove he climaxed with a growl, buried in Damian to the hilt. “God, this ass is good,” Stan murmured and Damian closed his eyes in happiness at hearing he’d pleased his master.

“Your turn to take his rump,” Stan told Raymond as he pulled out roughly. Either Raymond was wise to them or he’d become so rapt in his conquest of Damian’s body that he could no longer find the words to express his disbelief in the direction the interview had taken. But as Raymond pushed his thick, sheathed dick into Damian’s ass, he became vocal again.

“Damn, this ass feels incredible.” Damian could feel Raymond’s excitement and eagerness in the urgent thrusts and the vise-tight grip Raymond had on Damian’s hips. Damian never tired of the older men who felt such ecstasy, such wondrous surprise at getting to fuck his hole. If only he could give such pleasure forever…

After being reamed for nearly ten minutes, Damian could sense Raymond closing in on his peak. With each thrust the older man pulled Damian’s ass toward him to drive in ever deeper. Damian moaned with each punishing stroke until finally Raymond shot inside the condom, screaming with each wave of his orgasm. Then he collapsed on the bottom boy’s back and whispered in his ear. “You’re even better than I imagined.”

As Raymond dressed, Stan made conversation about the interview process continuing, and how they’d certainly be in contact with Raymond in the near future. Damian remained obediently on all fours, suspecting that Stan knew Raymond was wise to the scene, but continued the interview anyway. What mattered most to Stan was that the target was an attractive Daddy type—and good at fucking.

After Raymond left, Stan’s partner, Bob, emerged from his hiding spot in the den. “That taping was one of the best in the past couple months,” he said as he kissed Stan on the cheek. Then he began to strip off his denim shorts. “And now my reward for all that hard work behind the camera is getting in your ass, Damian.”

In response, Damian arched up his rear and waited for Bob’s pounding penetration to begin.

 

Richard couldn’t help but smile when he saw Damian bound up the stairs to his clinic. The young man’s beauty and good nature never failed to delight him.

“Hey, handsome. Sit right down. Are you being careful?”

“Yes, sir, but I want to get checked anyway. Besides, it gives me a chance to see you.”

“Big flirt,” Richard said as he swabbed Damian’s gums. The young men who came regularly to Richard’s free STD clinic were almost all hustlers or participants in low-quality porn videos, the dangerous sort that demanded barebacking. Considering how often he had to distribute antibiotics or refer the boys to specialists, he was impressed that Damian was always negative for everything. He’d seen snippets of the website DaddiesinDamian. com and knew, from the videos, that scores of older men fucked the young stud.

“So this week when I have free time, I’m going to clean your gutters, cut your lawn and paint your side door.”

“You already cleaned the gutters, Mr. Helpful, and you don’t have to do anything, actually. This free clinic really is free.”

“You can’t be making much money treating people for nothing.”

Richard shrugged. “So I don’t have much money in the bank. The world won’t end.”

Damian gave Richard a simmering smile. “But I still want to help you because…well…I want you to like me.”

“I do like you,” Richard said, squeezing Damian’s shoulder. “You’re my buddy,”

“But you call all your patients ‘buddy’. I want to be special.”

Richard smiled but said nothing. Damian was special to the doctor, but Richard wanted to suppress the sentiment. Even though it had been two years, he was still wounded that Robbie, the only porn boy he’d ever allowed into his heart, had left him. But Damian was far more handsome and seemed so much sweeter. How could he not have feelings?

“You have such pretty eyes,” Damian said. “They twinkle when you smile. And I like your beard and…you’re so built for…um…”

Richard laughed. “For someone my age? I used to be a marine.”

“Oh. That explains why you’re so damn hot.”

Richard couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you, Damian.” Richard knew he wasn’t bad looking for an older man, but he was aware of how much Damian loved Daddies, so the compliment meant more than most, and a small wave of pleasure rippled through Richard’s stomach.

“I don’t have any money for a proper date, but can we maybe go for a walk in the park or something?”

Richard wanted to mention Robbie and explain why he didn’t want to open up his heart, but took another tack.

“I do really like you, Damian, but I can’t help but be jealous of all the men that fuck you. The right man for you to be with couldn’t have that kind of hang up.”

Damian frowned but nodded. “I understand. I’ve been meaning to get out of that situation. I figure I must have paid back Stan for the airfare from Tennessee, and I hope I’m earning more than what he expects for my room and board. He said he’d give me a chance to start college after the first year, and it’s been almost three.”

Richard knew that Damian had been in contact with Stan via the Internet and moved out to L.A. the day he turned eighteen. He’d had such a horrible relationship with his father and older brothers that he’d run away from home three times. Once he was eighteen, there was no way to drag him back. Damian had said he wouldn’t have minded staying in the country and working on the family dairy farm, but not with the intolerance that surrounded him.

“Stan keeps wanting me to let guys bareback my ass for the website, but I won’t.”

Richard frowned. “If Stan promised college and isn’t delivering, and if he is encouraging you to be unsafe, then yes, you should leave.”

“Could I stay with you?”

Richard hesitated. There had been so many untrustworthy hustlers and unstable addicts coming through his clinic that he kept a Taser on hand. Damian seemed angelic compared to most of them, but he wasn’t sure. “I…suppose, but maybe—”

“It’s okay. I can tell you’re uncomfortable with the idea. I’ll figure something out.”

 

That night Richard purchased a membership to DaddiesinDamian. com. The number of videos of Damian getting fucked numbered in the hundreds (the boy was only twenty!), and his dick stirred seeing how much Damian loved getting plowed by older men. On the other hand, it bothered him that many of the newest comments said things like, “If you want to keep me as a member, Damian needs to start getting barebacked.” Others said, “Not just barebacked, but gangbanged.”

With a little research, he was able to discover that the full name of the owner of DaddiesInDamian was Stan Latham. Digging deeper revealed that Latham had once been arrested for dealing crystal meth but got off on a technicality. Richard had figured Damian’s “master” was up to no good, but this was worse than he expected. Maybe he would have to put past experience behind him and help Damian. Maybe he had to stop worrying about protecting his heart, at least for now.

 

Damian’s depression briefly lifted when he saw the elation in Richard’s eyes. Damian had brought a bouquet of daisies to Richard’s house, and he wore his yard-work clothes, hoping to please Richard as much as possible.

“To what do I owe this pleasant surprise? Come in, young man.”

Damian looked down. “I have to leave Los Angeles, Dr. Preston. I made the mistake of getting on Stan’s computer. I wanted to see how much money he was making from guys fucking my ass, and it’s…a lot. I also saw some other stuff, and Stan and Bob caught me. Now they won’t let me out of the house. I had to sneak out just to see you.”

Damian saw the sadness in Richard’s eyes. “Damian, don’t go back. Call the police from here.”

Damian shook his head. “I called the police before, and they won’t do anything. Maybe Stan paid them off. Besides they have all my stuff, and I have nowhere else to go.”

“Under the circumstances, it’s completely fine to stay with me.”

Damian smiled. “I would, but sooner or later Stan and Bob would find me and enslave my ass again. I don’t want to get you involved in this mess. Over the past week, I was able to steal a dollar now and then to take the bus here and bring you flowers. I…uh…I also kind of…sold some gold cufflinks that belonged to Stan to a pawnshop, so I have enough for a ticket out of Los Angeles. I needed to say good-bye to you though.”

“But you’ll still need money for food and a place to stay.”

Damian shuffled his feet. “I suppose I may have to let them fuck me for a while longer, and I admit part of me still enjoys it. Even if I’m starting to believe that I’m not good for anything except giving up my ass. It turns out I’m just as stupid as Stan says.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you are not. One mistake made to get away from your family does not make you dumb.”

Damian could no longer resist, and he leaned forward to kiss Richard fiercely, his lips pressed urgently against the older man’s. He could sense Richard’s surprise as he reflexively backed up, but then he returned the kiss, putting his arms around Damian and pulling him tighter.

“Please,” Damian begged. “I may never see you again. Would you fuck me?”

Richard shut his eyes. He inhaled sharply, and then again, and a third time. Damian saw his resolve breaking.

“Yes! Yes, I want to fuck you so bad.”

Damian felt himself lifted off the ground and gently carried into Richard’s small house. Damian knew that with his muscular frame, he wasn’t a lightweight, and Richard’s strength surprised him. Every few steps, Richard stopped to kiss Damian’s mouth, but in less than a minute, Richard had Damian on his back on the bed, kissing, nipping at and caressing the young man feverishly.

Damian couldn’t control his need. He yanked off his shorts and put his legs in the air, moaning and squirming.

“Sweetheart, slow down. Let me be good to you.”

“But sir, I’m so horny. Please, sir.”

Richard continued his patient, affectionate exploration of Damian’s body, caressing his muscular chest and abs, kissing his face and neck. Damian sighed in delight, but he still whimpered for penetration.

“Okay, okay. I want you just as bad as you want me,” said Richard. He quickly stripped and Damian saw Richard’s dick for the first time. It was hard and large. He was maybe a touch bigger than Stan, which meant Damian’s hole would be stretched more than he was used to, but he’d be able to take what he was given with pure pleasure. Richard’s taut body was even better than Damian had imagined, a vast improvement over most of the men who got to fuck his ass.

As Richard slipped on a condom, Damian pulled his knees back as far as he could to give complete access to his hole. Richard let out a low rumble of appreciation as he lubed up Damian with two fingers and then three.

Damian was perplexed. He thought he loved the rough reamings he received from Stan, Bob and the men in the videos. But Richard’s slow, gentle pace nearly sent him into a paroxysm of spent lust. He had to close his eyes and calm himself so as not to come too quickly. And suddenly, he was no longer in a hurry to leave Los Angeles before Stan found out he was missing. He wanted Richard’s firm but loving penetration to last forever.

While Damian’s pleasure at giving up his ass was intense, Richard’s kisses were unfathomably wonderful. In the years with Stan, Damian had nearly never been kissed, and Richard’s lips were so soft. His skin smelled clean and faintly of an aftershave Damian’s father had worn. Damian inhaled deeply.

After Damian allowed Richard’s tongue to find his, he felt Richard’s cock stretch inside his ass. Damian whimpered in earnest from offering his hole so completely to such a huge dick, but instead of pushing Richard off, he surrendered, fully bringing his ankles to his ears. It was the most vulnerable his ass had ever been, and the euphoria filled Damian’s chest to the point that he could barely breathe. Damian couldn’t help it this time and with a great gasp, he came in huge spurts all over his neck and chin, his head thrashing left and right.

This set off Richard’s orgasm, and with a series of grunts that turned to a roar, Richard climaxed, pushing his steel-hard rod as deep as possible on the last thrust. Damian was rewarded with the biggest, fiercest kiss he’d ever known. Then Richard looked down on him with an incredulous expression in his eyes.

“That was…so wonderful,” Richard said. “I’ve seen clips of your videos, but I’ve never, ever seen you enjoy getting fucked so much.”

“It’s you,” said Damian. “You’re what made it better than all the other fuckings you’ve seen me take, and it’s because you hold my heart.”

Richard kissed Damian’s lips. “You certainly know how to make a man feel happy, young fellow.”

Damian felt a tendril of pleasure glide down his neck and spine as Richard ruffled his hair, but then there was a spike of sadness. “Now more than ever, I wish I didn’t have to leave L.A.”

Richard’s face became serious. “I...I’m going to beg you to stay here, even if it’s just for one night or a few hours. I want you to have a better plan than just taking a bus to anywhere. What if someone else gets you in the same situation?” Richard reached for his wallet. “Here, take forty dollars and buy some travel toiletries. Some extra underwear. I need to go close the clinic, but meet me back here in a couple hours. I plan to drive you at least a couple hundred miles out of L.A. to make sure you get away safe and sound.”

Damian smiled with relief. “I would appreciate that so much, sir.”

 

Damian did not return as promised. Richard worried, but he had no way to contact the young man. Over the next few days, he monitored DaddiesInDamian.com and was disappointed to see new videos appearing. Damian must have decided to stay. It upset him further that he could see Damian now had to argue over condoms each time. Stan appeared furious that Damian broke character as the perfect submissive, and Richard knew Damian would soon lose the safe sex battle.

On the fourth day after they’d made love, Damian called in tears.

“I was on my way back to your house, and they kidnapped me off the street!” he said. “I called the police, but they couldn’t care less about some fag porn boy, and now Stan says he’s slipping me shit so I’ll be arrested if I call the police again. I think it’s true because I feel drugged and out of it.”

Richard was horrified. “I’ll think of something, baby. Just hang in there.”

That night Richard studied the videos from Damian’s site. The layout of the house wasn’t evident; scenes were mostly shot by the pool. Richard noted that Stan and his cohort, Bob, were definitely big men. With his eyes always on Damian’s body, he hadn’t noticed they had the muscle necessary to keep a strapping farm boy prisoner. He felt the weight of his guilt in his chest. Why hadn’t he trusted Damian before?

He set his mouth in determination. “Well,” Richard said to himself, “they haven’t tangled with a marine.” He closed the porn site, opened a new document and began a résumé.

 

Damian could hardly believe his eyes. What was Dr. Preston doing here? He watched from the kitchen window awaiting his cue.

“Welcome, uh…Louis, is it?” Stan scanned Richard’s fake C.V.

Richard nodded. “Quite a place you’ve got here.”

“Why, thank you.” Stan went through the same spiel he always did, making the job sound unappealing except for “one thing.”

“In fact, why don’t I show you what I mean,” Stan said finally.

Damian heard the buzzer that let him know he was to bring out the rum punches. Richard was a good actor. He widened his eyes and looked stunned.

“You have a nude houseboy.”

Stan smiled. “Do you like him? He’s stupid, but he’s a benefit.”

Richard sipped his drink. “Benefit? In what way?”

“You get to fuck him as much as you want. He can’t ever say no. It’s all he’s good for.”

Damian trembled, worried he might give up the game.

“Well, let me see this fellow.” Richard got up from his chair. As he approached Damian, he caught his toe on Stan’s lounger and spilled rum punch on Stan’s face and bathrobe.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. That robe looks like it costs a fortune. I hope it doesn’t stain.” Damian saw Richard drip something from what looked like an eyedrop bottle into Stan’s punch. Damian immediately grabbed a towel and began drying Stan’s head and face, hoping to keep Stan from seeing what Richard was doing. He also positioned himself so his backside blocked Bob’s view.

“That’s fucking enough, Damian!” Stan bellowed. “Get on all fours now!”

Damian complied.

“Why don’t you enjoy Damian’s ass?” Stan said.

Richard balked. “Right now? In front of you?”

“Of course. We’re all very open here. I’ll show you. I’ll go first.”

Stan, fully erect, slid off the soiled robe. Damian bent his head in shame, knowing Richard was about to see him humiliated.

“He’s already lubed?” Richard asked as Stan slid inside Damian in one long stroke. “He lets you bareback his ass?”

Stan grunted. “Lubed, yes. He’s lubed twenty-four/seven. Bareback. He doesn’t have a choice.”

Damian felt his face flush, wondering if Richard would still want him now.

“C’mon, get naked and get inside him, buddy.” Stan waved Richard over. “No need to be shy. You look like you have a great body under that suit.” Stan stopped fucking to gulp his drink. Richard hadn’t budged. “If you want the job, you need to start pumping his rump.”

Richard nodded and stepped forward to stroke Damian’s flank. “As soon as you’re done, I’ll fuck him like a madman.”

“Fuck his ass now or get out of my house.” Stan guzzled more rum punch.

Richard stripped off his shirt and had begun to unzip his pants when Damian felt Stan slow his thrusting. Stan mumbled something about his head and then slumped over, his dick popping out of Damian’s ass.

Richard pulled Damian upright. “Quick, get some clothes!”

Damian shook his head. “Bob is watching! Look out, he’s coming now!”

Bob was bigger and meaner than Stan, and Damian braced himself to witness him punching out Richard. But as the big man came at the doctor like a bull, Richard reached into his pocket, whipped around and struck Bob in the neck.

Bob went down instantly.

“What hap—”

“Taser. It won’t keep him down long. Get clothes now.”

“I don’t have any. They got rid of them all!”

Richard raced to cover Damian with Stan’s robe. “Do you have a wallet? Any kind of ID?”

“They locked it in their safe.”

“Forget it. Let’s go.”

 

As they left Los Angeles on I-10, Damian kept letting Stan’s robe fall open. Richard wouldn’t have minded, but he reached over to cover the younger man. He didn’t want trouble with the police.

“Where are we going?” Damian was still worried and periodically looked at the cars behind them. “What if Bob and Stan find out who you are and come after you?”

“We’ll be fine. We’ll put some distance between us and your captors, find a store and get you some clothes and then get out of the state.”

“But where will we go? I thought you said you didn’t have much money.”

“I said I didn’t have much money in the bank. I do have a lot of property, including a small ranch in New Mexico. Hey, there’s a strip mall up ahead. What size shoes should I get? What size shirts and pants?”

Damian smiled and slid open his robe again. “For you, I wouldn’t mind being nude all the time.”

Richard smirked. “Yeah, but what if I want to take you to dinner? What if you want to take a college class?”

Damian’s eyes widened. “You’d seriously help me with that?”

Richard’s eyes glistened, and he interlaced the fingers of his right hand with Damian’s. “I’ve wanted to help you for so long. I want to be your man.”

Damian felt the warmth and affection radiating from Richard as they held hands. “I promise, from now on there’s only going to be one Daddy in Damian.”

Richard squeezed his hand. “That’s right, handsome. And just you wait, this Daddy’s gonna make everything all right.”